Divorce

Chapter 8 

Angela looked at Brenda with a faint expression. “I need to go home.”

“That is so boring. Tonight, I’ve reserved a private room at the Velvet Club to celebrate your return to the Empyria Group and your impending divorce. I heard there is a new batch of gigolos. Let me take you to experience it.”

Brenda grinned and raised her eyebrows, excitement evident in her eyes.

When Brenda saw those gigolos, Angela wondered if she might be tempted to kiss them directly.

She looked at Brenda with a faint smile and asked, “Are you taking me to have fun, or do you want to have fun yourself?”

Brenda, not at all embarrassed by Angela’s teasing, walked up to Angela and wrapped her arms around Angela’s neck, saying, “Darling, what’s the point of us not sharing everything? Besides, you used to like Kenneth, probably because you haven’t seen these other handsome guys. Come with me tonight, and I promise to satisfy you so well that you’ll forget who Kenneth even is by tomorrow morning.”

Angela couldn’t help but chuckle and said, “Forget it, you can enjoy this kind of good thing by yourself. I’m not interested.”

Seeing Angela about to leave, Brenda hastily grabbed her arm. “Since you have nothing to do at home, just accompany me. And y getting a divorce; are you still going to remain faithful to Kenneth?”

Angela didn’t have that thought, but seeing Brenda’s persistent look, she reluctantly nodded. “Fine, but just this once.”

Brenda instantly burst into laughter, looking delighted. “Got it! Let’s go. We should have dinner first.”

After dinner, they headed to the bar. As soon as they entered, the deafening music filled their ears, and under the colorful lights, people on the dance floor were moving to the beat, with cheers echoing incessantly.

Brenda led Angela straight to the second floor. This bar had two floors. The first floor had a dance floor and booths, and the second floor had many rooms with better privacy and private rooms with one glass wall

wall were typically used for customers to enjoy the view of people dancing on the lower floor. The private rooms with one glass downside was that there was little privacy, and everything inside could be seen from the outside.

Brenda and Angela, led by a server, entered one of the private rooms with one glass wall, and their ordered drinks and gigolos arrived shortly.

Seeing the two handsome gigolos, Brenda looked at Angela triumphantly and said, “Angie, I didn’t lie to you, did I? Which one do you like? After you choose, I’ll take the other one.”

The gigolos at the Velvet Club only drank and chatted with guests. They didn’t provide sexual services, so each of them had some skills, such as singing, dancing, or doing magic tricks

Angela glanced over the two men’s faces and smiled at Brenda, saying, “Why not have both of them yourself? You

“What? We should always share.

o like them both.”

How about this? The one closer to you will accompany you, and the one closer to me will be with me

The two gigolos were quite intelligent. As soon as Brenda finished speaking, they separately sat down next to Brenda and Angela.

“How should I address you, miss? I’m Nick Jensen. Is there anything you’d like me to do?”

1/4

INSTALI

16:54 Fri, 21 Jun G

Chapter 8

Nick gazed at Angela with a charming smile, excitement bubbling inside him. He had never encountered such a beautiful guest before, especially a stunning beauty without plastic surgery like her. He felt he had hit the jackpot tonight.

He thought if every guest he met was as stunning as her, he wouldn’t mind providing sexual service.

Angela glanced at him faintly and somewhat indifferently replied, “You don’t need to do anything. Just sit here quietly”

She wasn’t quite sure how to handle this kind of situation, and she was starting to regret agreeing to come there with Brenda.

Nick was momentarily stunned, a hint of surprise in his expression.

.

However, having received professional training, he quickly regained his composure and smiled, saying, “Well then, how about I sing a song for you? I actually sing quite well.”

Angela nodded and replied, “Okay.”

Nick soon chose a song, and the private room was filled with a pleasing melody.

Across from Angela, Brenda and her gigolo were busy feeding fruit to each other, and Angela couldn’t help but blush as she watched. She quickly looked away and earnestly listened to Nick’s singing.

As Owen Parker, Kenneth’s best friend, passed by Angela and Brenda’s private room, he casually glanced inside and was immediately taken.

back.

Owen was aware of Angela and Kenneth’s secret marriage, a fact known to only a few close friends besides the Lewis and Sinclair families.

However, Owen never expected Angela, whom Kenneth described as conventional, to be in a bar.

He couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking that this would be interesting

He looked away and quickly entered another nearby private room. As he pushed the door open, he heard Henry’s amused voice. “Owen, you’re more than half an hour late. It should be on your bill tonight.”

Inside the room, besides Henry Hastings and Upton Cooper, also Kenneth’s best friends, there was Kenneth. He was sitting there with expression, sipping his drink with an aloof demeanor.

Apart from Kenneth, Henry and Upton were accompanied by attractive women in revealing attire.

Owen closed the door, blocking out the deafening music from outside, and sat down next to them. He looked at Kenneth and spoke. “Do you guys know who I saw just now?”

“Who?” Henry asked with interest. “Your ex–girlfriend? The one faked a pregnancy test, trying to marry you?”

Owen, always a womanizer, didn’t expect to find himself in trouble. He had tangled with a cunning starlet who tricked him. His mother was pressuring him to get married to someone suitable ever since. He had been staying at the company for the past few days to avoid his mother.

Owen’s face darkened, and he snapped, “Henry, you should really watch your words.”

H

However, Henry’s smile grew wider as he replied, “Come on. Spill the beans. Don’t keep us in suspense. You’re late, and we’re being lenient by not making you drink three cups already. Don’t dawdle.”

“Believe it or not, I saw Kenneth’s wife,” Owen replied.

Chapter 8

F

The moment he uttered those words, holding the glass, Kenneth froze and looked at him coldly. “Are you sure?”

47%0

Owen couldn’t help but wear a gloating expression as he nodded. “She came with a friend, and they are still even with pigolos. When I passed by, she was watching the gigolo singing. Kenneth, it looks like she might be having an affair…

Before Owen could finish his words, Kenneth forcefully placed his glass on the table, got up, and quickly headed outside.

He thought to himself, “She’s really pushing her luck. Not only did she ask for a divorce and block me, but now she’s at the bar with a gigolo. She’s becoming quite bold.”

Owen watched Kenneth leave in bewilderment, then turned to Henry and Upton, asking, “I thought he liked Jennifer. Why was he so angry at Angela being with a gigolo?”

Henry shrugged. “Even if he dislikes Angela, they’re still a couple. No husband can tolerate his wife openly getting cozy with someone else.”

In his view, Kenneth’s reaction had nothing to do with whether he liked Angela or not. Kenneth simply couldn’t accept his woman to openly engage in flirtatious behavior with someone else.

Sitting quietly beside them, Upton had a flicker of emotion in his eyes. His hand, which was hanging by his side, involuntarily tightened. He then picked up the glass of wine in front of him and downed it in one go.

the way,” Owen continued, “do you guys know who Angela’s friend is? You’ll be surprised if I tell you.”

?” Henry asked, somewhat uninterested.

“Brenda.”

Hearing that, Henry became extremely unpleasant with a gloomy look, and he clenched his teeth. “Who did you say? Brenda?”

“Yes, the one whose family went bankrupt a few years ago. We used to attend parties together. What’s wrong?”

Henry sneered and said slowly, “It’s nothing. I was just surprised.”

After saying that, he pulled the attractive woman next to him close, took out his phone, and took a selfie before posting it on Insta

The woman looked pleasantly surprised and gazed at Henry affectionately. “Mr. Hastings, what are you…”

Henry looked at her coldly and said, “Don’t misunderstand. I just want someone to see it.”

The woman’s face paled slightly as she realized she had misunderstood his intentions.

Kenneth reached the private room with one glass wall and saw Angela inside. She was feeding her gigolo some fruit, almost touching his lipst with her fingers. Kenneth’s anger flared even more.

A few minutes ago, Brenda had noticed Angela’s lackluster mood and suggested they play a game of Truth or Dare together.

Angela lost the game, and Brenda made her feed the fruit to the gigolo beside her.

Just as Angela put the fruit into the mouth of the gigolo, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open, and an extremely cold voice filled with anger echoed from the doorway. “Angelal”